Harvest of Our Love

I sleep under the streetlamp

Of your memories

In the dark nights of my life

I look for the moon of your face

Search the brightest constellation

For your wrist

Steal the fine wool of passing wind

To weave a shawl for you

On the loom of my heartbeat

I catch fireflies with my lips

Kiss them on your forehead

Undo the stars from heaven

Sow them in your palms

And then in the May of our love

I harvest the crops of our dreams

And then when I come back tired

I sleep under the streetlamp

Of you memories

In the dark nights of my life

Wrap myself with warm blanket

Of your letters

And praise God

For the harvest of this season